The sun melted into the sky, Just as I watched the day die. Through my eyes, my mind saw, The clockwork precision of life, by law, Seasons passed, life and leaves withered, Not a leaf did let it's fate be bothered, Where it willed, it followed. My mind though, pesters it's leader, It itches to be a lawless treader. Far amongst the unknown, yonder, It wills it's fate to ponder. It must set me free to wander.